Apocalyptic and beautiful.
Like vultures, his words circled the room.
His eyes, like humming beehives,
Were full of the vibrancy
Of a dream coming true.
His voice was as certain as a river
And his mind worked as a collage-artist works--
Rearranging the pieces of a broken mirror
That reflected his and our own fears.
He pulled the reality from beneath our feet
And we fell further and further from our sanity
To an ocean filled with tears.
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